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do you think lena would love calling kara her wife and hearing kara call her that? because i feel like she'd love that. i think they both would.
i just think lena would be buying her organic kale and overpriced merlot at the rich people grocery store, chatting with the cashier about all the snacks she has to buy for her wife and how her wife usually comes shopping with her but got called into work today because her wife is a super important journalist who's always shooting off somewhere new but how she and her wife make sure to have dinner together at the end of each day so that they can always get some quality wife time
and then she'll pull out her fancy personalised leather card holder embossed with the words doctor & mrs luthor-danvers and oh no, a picture of her wife just happens to flutter out and so of course she has to show off her wife to the cashier and the three people in line behind her, pointing out her wife's dimples and her kind eyes and her gorgeous smile
and then it finally seems like she's winding down her chit-chat and actually getting around to paying, and the cashier and the eighteen people now queueing behind her breathe a collective sigh of relief as she pulls out her black amex with a flourish and she's inches from finally finally paying when her phone starts ringing
and lena steps back away from the till as a collective groan rises from the waiting hoards, holding up one finger apologetically as she roots through her purse for her phone. "so sorry," she murmurs to the cashier, face splitting into an adoring smile. "i just have to take this. you see, it's my wife"
#YES I ABSOLUTELY DO THINK SHE WOULD#and kara would tune in her superhearing#as she does periodically throughout the day to check in on lena and make sure her wife's okay#and she'd hear all the lovely things lena is saying about her to the cashier at the grocery store#and her face would split into the widest dopiest grin imaginable#and alex would sigh despairingly and snap her fingers in front of kara's vacant adoring expression to no avail#'earth to kara! are you even listening to me right now? what the hell are you grinning at?'#'sorry' kara smiles looking utterly and completely unrepentant. 'it's just my wife'#hope you're having a great day#asks#anonymous
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It’s my birthday! To celebrate, I have written an incredibly self-indulgent Superfam ficlet that fits into exactly zero versions of continuity. But it should, dammit.
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Kara was regretting agreeing to go to work with Kal.
When he’d asked her yesterday if she wanted to come with him, it had seemed like a good idea. Earth was still so strange, and these new powers she was developing under the yellow sun only made it more alarming. She felt safer with him. She could even speak his Earth language properly now and everything, so that she could pass for an Earth girl.
Besides, being out would mean being distracted, while being home would mean thinking about Krypton…and Mother and Father…
But the moment they’d entered Kal’s workplace - an “office,” he’d called it - Kara was certain she’d made a mistake. The streets of Kal’s city, and the underground transportation they’d taken to the office, had both been loud and disorienting enough. But the Daily Planet - which made no sense, how could a planet be daily? - was worse, somehow. It was full of excited heartbeats, raised voices, and the noisy clatter of fingers on the flat devices Earthlings used to interface with their computers - all of it pressing in on Kara, all of it impossible to tune out with her hearing as sensitive as it was now.
She stayed close to Kal - or Clark, he’d told her his Earth name was Clark - and tried to do what he’d suggested whenever her new superhearing overwhelmed her.
“Focus on my heartbeat,” he’d said, when the earsplitting noise of a construction site three miles away had driven her to tears. “Just me. Listen to it beat. Thump-thump. Thump-thump. That’s it.”
His heartbeat was the closest sound in the apartment, and the steadiest. Kara focused on it until the rest of the noise faded away, and she could think again.
“I...thanks,” she said, opening her eyes.
He smiled at her and offered her one of the soft pieces of paper Earthlings used to wipe their eyes and noses. “My mom taught me that trick when my superhearing kicked in at thirteen.”
Not Aunt Lara, Kara thought with a pang. His Earth mother. But at least it had helped.
Now, as Kal walked toward his workstation and greeted his colleagues, Kara did her best to ignore everything but his steady, familiar heartbeat.
…Which was suddenly beating much, much faster.
Kara looked up at Kal’s face in alarm, but he didn’t seem to be sick. He was looking at a dark-haired woman approaching them, tapping rapidly at something on her little “phone” thing. Why would this woman make his heart beat like that?
“You’re late, Smallville,” the woman said. “I got a lead on the Suicide Slum arson cases, we gotta hustle.”
“Lois, there’s someone I’d like you to meet,” Kal said, putting a hand on Kara’s shoulder.
The woman looked up from her phone. Her eyebrows went up at the sight of Kara.
“This is my cousin Kara, who will be staying with me for a while,” Kal said. “Kara, this is Lois Lane, the best reporter at the Daily Planet.”
Lois Lane grinned. “You’re damn right I am, but your cousin’s not half bad. Nice to meet you,” she told Kara, sticking out her hand.
Kal had explained that people would likely make this gesture to be friendly. Kara clasped Lois Lane’s hand in hers - carefully, after she’d accidentally crumpled two of Kal’s frying pans this morning - and moved it up and down twice before letting go. “Nice to meet you, too,” she said.
Lois Lane tilted her head at Kal. “Wait a minute. You’ve never mentioned a cousin,” she said. “Or any family except your folks, actually.”
Kara narrowed her eyes at Lois Lane. Was she accusing Kal of lying? Of course, Kal lied to her all the time so that he could be Superman, but he wasn’t lying now. They really were cousins!
Then Kara thought of something worse: what if this somehow gave away that Kal wasn’t from this planet? She was supposed to protect him, but what if her being here ruined the life he had built for himself among the Earthlings?
But Kal seemed unfazed. “I told you I’m adopted, right?”
Lois Lane snorted. “You barely had to, you’re the size of both of your parents stacked on top of each other.” Her gaze flickered back to Kara. “Oh…”
“Yeah. Kara’s a bio relative,” Kal said. His voice dropped to a softer register. “It’s a bit of a sensitive situation. I’d rather not…”
“Understood,” Lois Lane said. She gave Kara a big smile. “Well, welcome to the Planet, Kara. Want to go bully a suspected arsonist?”
“What?” Kara asked, startled.
Kal laughed. “Give us a minute, would you, Lois?”
“You got it, Smallville,” Lois Lane said and walked away, tapping on her phone again.
Kal turned to Kara. “She didn’t mean that literally. Well, she sort of did, she’s a bit of a bulldog, but you and I can stay here if you’d rather we didn’t - ”
“Is she an enemy?” Kara interrupted.
Kal blinked. “What?”
“Is she an enemy?” Kara repeated. “Of yours or Superman’s or…oh!” She lowered her voice. “Does she suspect you’re Superman? Is that the problem?”
“What?” Kal said again. “No, she’s not an enemy! She’s my best friend! Why would you think there’s a problem?”
“Because your heartbeat got so fast when she came over,” Kara said.
Kal went bright red.
Kara stared at him. “Oh,” she said, feeling stupid. She looked back over at where Lois Lane was now shouting at a red-haired young man, who didn’t seem at all bothered to be shouted at. She supposed Lois Lane was reasonably pretty, in a very loud and intimidating sort of way. “Really? Does she know?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Kal said stiffly.
Kara shook her head. “I don’t know whether this is grosser because you were supposed to be so young when I got here, or because you’re so old.”
Kal looked offended. “Old? I’m thirty.”
“Exactly.”
“Smallville!” Lois Lane shouted from across the room. “We’re burning daylight here! And the arsonist probably is too, literally, so come on!”
There was no way to interpret the look on Kal’s face as anything but smitten. How embarrassing. “How does she not know? You’re so obvious.”
Kal winced. “Well, she doesn’t, so for now can we make this two secrets you’re keeping for me?”
“Me and everyone else with eyes, but okay,” Kara said, with a loud and mostly fake sigh. “It’s my job to protect you, after all.”
Kal laughed. He looked a lot like Uncle Jor when he did that, and even a little bit like Father. It was better than nothing.
“Thanks,” he said, still smiling. “Come on. We’ll show you how to be a reporter.”
#supergirl#kara zor el#superman#clark kent#lois lane#i write things#is this the secret unaired pilot for the incredibly long kara and kon genfic of my heart?#MAYBE
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hi, i love all the recent supercat and im realt missing cat. please could i have number 3 from the prompts list?
3. “It’s three in the morning.”
Kara doesn’t exactly mean to fly past Cat’s penthouse every evening while patrolling National City for signs of trouble, but it’s definitely maybe kind of become a sort of habit since Cat returned from DC in a blaze of triumph with a takeover bid and new plans for CatCo.
Flying past is just polite, a discreet way to check on someone Kara’s come to care about. Someone who hasn’t called, sent a text, DMed, emailed, or even shown the slightest sign of interest in Kara since that grand return that was covered in the press for three days like a royal visit. National City is pleased to have its favorite adopted daughter back; Kara’s only a little miffed to discover Supergirl is still their second favorite.
Just goes to show that not everyone appreciates being saved, really.
Usually when Kara flies past all the lights are off, apart from the tiny nightlight in one corner of Carter’s room that he would deny ever having. Tonight though, the bedside lamps in Cat’s master bedroom have filled the space with a warm glow. Of all the parts of Cat’s home that Kara has ever seen, the bedroom is the place she likes most. The decor is just as expensive and flawless as everywhere else, but there’s a real softness and comfort to every piece that’s lacking elsewhere in Cat’s life.
Kara really does try not to use her x-ray vision for non-crimefighting purposes, but she’s too curious not to see what has Cat up in the middle of the night. It’s not surprising when she discovers Cat sitting up in bed, reading something intently on her tablet, a pair of her ubiquitous reading glasses firmly in place. Kara likes this pair in particular, with their tortoiseshell frames. They suit Cat in a way the bolder colors don’t as much.
Very sexy librarian. If librarians could afford Tom Ford eyewear and a silk negligée that probably cost Kara’s monthly rent, anyway.
Kara’s about to turn away and fly back to her apartment when Cat speaks. At first Kara assumes she’s paying too close attention, her superhearing tuned into Cat a little too much, because it sounds for all the world like Cat is talking to her.
“It’s three in the morning,” she says, never looking up from what she’s reading. “Don’t superheroes need rest?”
That’s when Kara realizes that the moon is behind her tonight, casting her shadow over the French windows of the bedroom and its balcony.
“Sorry! I was just passing!” She calls across the space between them, which isn’t very much at all really.
“Every night for a week, by my count,” Cat replies. She swipes something off her screen and sets the tablet aside. “I have a security system, you know. It registers these things.”
Kara feels caught, even though she’s quite sure she hasn’t done anything wrong. It’s only tonight she did any actual spying, and it was mild at best.
“I should go,” Kara says.
“The doors are open.”
“Does that mean...?”
“Kara, I don’t want the rest of my building to notice you out there. I’m enough of a target for stalkers and grudge holders as it is.”
Maybe it’s the panic of reacting to her name, or of seeing Cat’s point about security, but Kara bundles herself into the bedroom like a clumsy blue-and-red bowling ball. She bashes into the side of the huge bed that dominates the room, and Cat frowns at being jostled.
“Hi?”
“Your moping is noted, Kara,” Cat says, pulling her glasses off and putting them on the beside table. “I’ve been trying to keep my distance for both our sakes, just like I try not to acknowledge knowing you and Supergirl are one and the same, but I can see that you’re struggling.”
“You’re back but you’re ignoring me.” Kara feels awkward standing, so she sits on the very edge of the bed, barely touching the sheets in her nervousness. “Did I do something wrong?”
Cat sighs deeply, letting her head drop back against the headboard. The firm wooden posts of it seem almost perfectly designed for ropes or scarves or... no. Kara refuses to let her mind wander. This is important.
“I thought you would have moved on. Stopped caring.”
“I’d never stop caring about you, Cat. I don’t think it’s even possible.”
Cat smiles, sitting up properly again. Kara can’t help noticing how sheer the silk is, how much nothing Cat is wearing beneath that one thin layer. They’re barely four feet apart and the room smells of Cat’s expensive perfume.
“I don’t have the energy to fight this anymore,” Cat says.
“What?” Kara asks, because even though she knows she has to hear Cat say it, once and for all.
“Your silly, persistent little crush. My mid-life crisis. Whatever this is that makes it impossible to be around you without finally admitting I feel... something for you. And it isn’t going away.”
“It’s not silly, and it’s not even close to a crisis.” Kara shifts her position, getting on her hands and knees. Cat watches, eyes glinting in the soft light, as Kara crawls toward her. “Maybe we’re just inevitable. But I know I’m tired of everything that isn’t us. Me and you. Together.”
“We haven’t even kissed--” Cat starts to protest. Kara closes the last few inches between them and makes the statement a lie before it can be fully expressed. Kissing Cat is everything she hoped for: hot, sweet, and so exciting Kara thinks her head might fly off. Instead she’s rewarded by Cat’s fingers threading through her hair, pulling Kara close for a second kiss, and a third, until nobody’s counting and clothes are being roughly tugged away from their bodies.
“Are we rushing?” Kara asks, kicking her boots onto the floor.
“Four years of foreplay?” Cat counters, one eyebrow raised.
“Good point.”
Cat welcomes Kara into her bed, and it’s finally clear to both of them that it’s exactly where she’s supposed to be.
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Supercorp Song prompt: Boy by Lee Brice
thank you so much for the prompt! ❤️
Kara finds the little boy abandoned outside the fire station.
He becomes theirs even before the paperwork says so; Lena is not immune to his magic, and she cradles him close to her chest every time she gets the chance. Kara can’t tear her eyes away from him either, as if he draws her to him every time she gets close.
They name him Jeremiah, and he is as close to perfect as a child can get.
He is something of a miracle, with wisps of dark hair covering his head, and eyes a murky blue that will darken with time. He is so small he feels fragile, and every time Kara holds him in her arms she is rendered weak at the sound of that soft heartbeat. Jeremiah is young, still, that every moment stolen with him involves him sleeping; or, more scarcely, where he is blinking awake, with small, curious eyes that are always a second away from drifting shut again.
Kara is always reluctant to leave his side. He has been home for all of a month and yet, every night Kara gets out of bed while Lena’s asleep just to check on him. She is unable to stay away for too long, and regrets that they let him sleep a whole room away.
It's not like he’s going to go anywhere, of course, and it’s not like Kara can’t hear the exact moment he wakes up crying. But it still gives Kara a small comfort to hang right by his crib, watching as his little chest rises and falls in tune with his steady heartbeat.
Tonight he’s awake, oddly enough. He’s just not crying, and when he sees Kara he blinks, startled by the sudden appearance but not enough to make him upset.
“Hey,” Kara whispers, drawing a chair to sit down as she smooths her hand over his smaller one.
He grasps onto her finger when she rests it on his palm, mittened hand curling around her fingertip curiously. His movements will always be a marvel; there is something about the way he acts that shows a natural curiosity in everything he does. Kara already knows he’s going to be a active baby.
“You’re supposed to be asleep, you know,” Kara tells him. “Don’t tell me you’re going to be just like your mom. She never sleeps when she’s busy. It’s a bad habit, I keep telling her. You have to help me tell her that, too.”
Jeremiah yawns, which Kara takes as an agreement.
“I hope you’re more like her,” she adds. “Just not the not sleeping part. She’s so strong, and stubborn, and she always forgets she’s not the bulletproof one...okay, maybe don’t keep that part either. Promise?”
There’s no reply beside a slight shift of his head, and his eyes flutter shut, as if soothed by Kara’s voice. Kara gently takes her hand back, and tucks the blankets more securely around him. Babies are so fragile and she forgets that, sometimes; she doesn’t know how to be human herself, and she can’t imagine how a baby might fare.
She wonders if anyone is truly ready to have children. She doesn’t even know what she’s doing, sometimes, and she admits this to Jeremiah softly:
“I’m scared I won’t do this right. But I’m going to try my best, okay? I promise.” She thinks of Clark, and how she missed the chance to raise him right; with a heavy heart, she leans over to kiss Jeremiah’s forehead. “El Mayarah.”
A gentle rap of knuckles against the door makes Kara turn; she had been too preoccupied to even notice that Lena is awake now, leaning against the doorway with a tired but fond smile on her lips.
“I thought I’d find you here,” Lena says. “He couldn’t sleep?”
“I just thought I’d check up on him,” Kara says sheepishly. “I couldn’t sleep, so…”
“Mm, that’s what you say every time.” Lena comes up behind her, stooping to rest her chin on Kara’s shoulder with a sigh. “He’ll be up in a few hours,” she whispers against Kara's cheek, always the pragmatic one. "Come back to bed."
“I know.” Kara revels in this quiet moment, emotions so raw they twist in her chest almost painfully. “He’s so beautiful, isn’t he?”
A soft kiss is pressed to Kara's shoulder. “He is,” Lena agrees softly.
“I love him.”
“What a relief,” Lena teases, pressing her amused smile against Kara’s hair, “maybe we’ll keep him.”
Kara takes Lena’s hand and kisses the back of it, allowing a small smile of her own to form. “How come you’re awake too?”
“I don’t need superhearing to hear you walking around at two in the morning,” Lena murmurs. “You’re not stealthy.”
Kara grins, sheepishly. “Sorry,” she says. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“You can make it up to me later,” Lena says, and with one final kiss to Kara’s temple, she straightens as if to leave. “Come on, Supergirl. Even you need some sleep.”
“In a little bit,” Kara promises. “I’m talking to Jeremiah about us.”
“I think he’s a little young to understand much.”
“I know,” Kara says, watching as Jeremiah stirs. “But it feels right. I just...I don’t want to mess this up.”
Lena’s smile drops, melting away into soft concern. “Oh, Kara,” she says. “You could never mess up anything. We’re new at this, and we’re going to make mistakes, but—we have time to figure it out. The most important thing is that we’re here for him no matter what.”
Kara blinks away the wetness in her eyes, and tries her best not to let her voice shake: “I want him to be like you,” she says, slowly getting to her feet even as she can’t quite look Lena in the eye. “Is that selfish to say? I—I just want him to be the best person he can be.”
“He will be,” Lena says, gently taking Kara’s face in her hands so Kara is forced to look right into Lena’s eyes. Her eyes are wet, too; Kara can see how they shine in the low light of the nursery. “Because he’s going to be just like you, too.”
“Lena—”
“I mean it,” Lena says firmly. “He is going to be just as strong as you are, Kara Danvers, and he is going to love the world so, so much. And he’s going to be pushy, and ridiculous, and probably a troublemaker once Alex corrupts him—but we’re going to love him no matter who he is, okay? He’s our baby. He’s always going to be our baby.”
Kara swallows, hard. “I really love you,” she says, gripping onto Lena’s arms as tightly as she dares.
Lena’s reply is a kiss, barely a touch of her lips to Kara’s. “Come on,” she says. “Let’s go to bed before he wakes up again.”
(And Kara lets herself be led, of course; she would follow Lena anywhere.)
#im always a sucker for baby fics!!! tysm!!!#sorry it took so long to write :(#supercorp#kara x lena#supergirl#shipitlikeasteamboat#i need a fic tag#im procrastinating on my own writing ive reached a new low
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headofrdi replied to your post “At least we can all rest assured that no Terminators could ever exist...”
And if they didn’t, Kara would because they’d kill any dog that tried to alert people and Kara would just lose it
And her superhearing is always tuned to dog yelps.
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Ever Heard of Knocking?
Kara had a bad habit of walking on Alex and Maggie during their, very limited, alone time.
Really, it was Alex’s fault because sometimes the noises she made weren’t exactly…innocent. Sometimes she lost control and found herself screaming under Maggie’s touch. Sometimes she couldn’t make a single coherent thought when Maggie asked her how she wanted to be fucked, but she just let out of the neediest groan known to man and Kara, having super-hearing and all, got scared.
She got scared because Astra had taken Alex prisoner as a trap for Supergirl.
Rick Malvern had taken Alex hostage for ransom that Supergirl had to fulfill.
Anyone could see that the love that Kara had for her sister could move planets, and fuck she would move planets to save Alex.
And so you really can’t blame Kara for bursting through the window of Alex’s open floor plan and searching frantically for her sister only to find her stark naked, back arched high off the bed, face contorted in pleasure, and Maggie’s dark hair between her legs.
“Oh, Rao! I did not need to see that!” Kara screeched, covering her eyes quickly.
Alex quickly scrambled to gather the comforter in her arms and around her body while Maggie, who was fully clothed, looked more irritated than embarrassed as she wiped at the corners of her mouth.
“Kara, what are you doing here?!” Alex huffed, finally wrapped in her comforter. Maggie moved to gather a pair of sweats and a t-shirt from Alex’s dresser before handing it to her very flushed girlfriend.
“I-I heard you…making some sounds that sounded…less than…pleasant. I got a little worried and I had to come see what was going on.”
Maggie let her signature smirk fall across her lips before chuckling lightly. “Well, Little Danvers, I can assure you that every sound you heard was very pleasant.”
“Maggie.” Came as a whine from Kara but as a warning from Alex.
A loud cackle came from the tiny woman as she moved to place a quick peck to Alex’s pouted lips. “How about we move past this and I go make some of my, apparently, infamous homemade potstickers?”
Both Kara nodded quickly with a blush while Alex sighed with a nod.
Maggie smiled her dimpled smile, Alex’s favorite, and made her way to Alex’s kitchen encouraging Kara to follow to give Alex some privacy to get dressed.
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Bonus:
“Kara, I know you said you wanted to be alone, but I-OH MY GOD!” Alex screeched as she found Lena laid out on Kara’s spacious dining table with her legs wide open and a very eager Kara between them.
Kara quickly turned around, using her half clothed body to shield Lena from Alex’s view.
“Alex, don’t you knock?!” Kara demanded, her face already beet red.
Alex spluttered for a moment before spitting out, “SUPERHEARING! Use it!”
Kara shook her head. “No. Nope. I tune in hard to Lena’s heartbeat from about 6 until 11 because you and Maggie are like animals and I don’t need to hear that.”
Lena chuckled from behind her girlfriend while Alex’s gaze shifted to the ground.
They both instituted a “sock-on-the-door/window” after that.
#sanvers#alex danvers#kara danvers#maggie sawyer#supercorp#slight smut#smut#cute#fluff#maggie is cute#maggie is smug af#fhffp#mine#supergirl
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